One of those mornings when Iona and the Ross of Mull peep over the horizon, islands floating above a sea of light.  Then the sun breaks, itself fluid, a drop of steel from the furness, burning gold flowing like mercury.

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  1. Thanks Gordon, your video blog of the wild winds was one of the things that drew us to Tiree! … and we were at the Defenders gig a few weeks ago, so saw you in action!

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